Cheerio and all that jazz.
If you don't hear from me next week, it means I've gone ahead and kid-napped a hobbit and am henceforth making mad hobbit love to him.
Or I died in a car accident, one or the other.
I'm in a such a cheery mood.
By the way, my mother is sick and every time she coughs she sounds like Gollum.
Lovely. Just lovely.
Peace.